The Charge of the Light Cavalry

About the Book

For experiencing the relatively unique mortal condition of pain and tribulation it became the vehicle of my rebirth from lives stretching from the original Spartans to various similar postures including a gladiator, a knight of medieval times, a German soldier to the present almost lost soullessness until I discover the rarefied never, never land amid the barren waste of the last years before the apex. A point in time where everything goes backwards by dint of the chemistry of the black hole. How do I know because I’m the light that is bent, refracted, and otherwise inhibited by the black holes galactic lip. It is the mechanism of my rebirth while others are relegated to just their particular life which is why their born resistant to my light filled message. A message imparted by the radiant beings of Pretoria I also call Glent. My mission is like the other juggernauts to disrupt the insidious spread of corruption. A almost impossible task requiring a herculean effort which in itself casts a negative tint to me. But it’s the special trait that makes me see the charge of the light cavalry when I somehow overcome at least temporarily what is so oppressive like the escape in 1989 which is the mechanism allowing me to see the event associated with my When the weather of Earth Descends deficient story prior to 1989. From then on I’m in a race against time that just barely stays ahead of the rafian wave bent on usurping the planet. My dichotomy consists necessarily in light of this constitution a finger of death where people die from contact with me. The number of victims is incredible due to this truth but they will live again hopefully with the abiding reason of the greatness of life rather than the ingrained iniquities they practice at present. Its for all this they call me the light in the charge of the light cavalry. Sometimes funny, illuminating, dramatic, sad or even eventful among the many feelings that come to mind.

About the Author

I was born in Phoenix, Arizona in August 1955, but I was raised by my mother in Santa Monica, Calif during school years while my grandparents took care of me in the summer months in Maryland. I could almost say this sarcastically as I had a very eventful and spontaneous experience in both places that on reflection I probably would have doubted I could have done so myself, but I did! My education was just as much a roller coaster ride as I did well in summer calculus just to panic at UCLA. Likewise I was good at many sports like baseball, basketball, volleyball, and track etc..but due to my summer wonderlust I was unable to hone it down to one specific. Instead I was relegated to being the commentator I am at present. Never, Never land was like most of my writing real as I’ve been at this state hospital for over thirty years. One could say in light of this admission in terms of my famous law of the reverse that my stay wasn’t evil but more in line with the avocation of a priest or doctor although it would make me nervous to avow such a conceited statement as I’m very modest. Life hasn’t passed me by. Instead I’ve learned to grow with it and live in awe of its majesty.